Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.